You know me I am a bit of shade hurt by a tense wire
I am my senses as a well in which the light gets down The light it is a honeycomb that leaks the Sun the Sun that leaks light a tree spilling his her,your foliage studded with senses as a bird his her,your pens feathers I say " you know me " and slightly bigger than my body it he,she wraps me in a luke warm blanket
I say " you know me " and a brilliant pen feather of royal real turkey slides his her,your silence on my nake skin leather.
am a winged shiver in the vertebral column of the devil Soy the guanábana leaking in the dry mouth of the Thirst I am the lance in the shoulder of this verse
Me the kiss of the woman knows to verse that owner knows to verse the glass in which I drink myself it he,she knows to verse the vice of my glass knows to vice the glass in which I dive
A light slight salt demolishes in the mirage of the sunny evening a slight marine smell:
A breath I marinade me atrophy the throat.
A scream goes out getting longer up to the tedium For my hands it he,she escapes the stiletto of the verse For my hands spits the poetry poem his her,your black foam
A marine breath raises me Flutters in my smell Tightens Tenses my skin leather Puts wings in the wave
In the floating islands of the irises his her,your nest makes You the Sun of the whiteness you know me:
Only the iris is capable of drowning suffocating the water You know me I am the happy fatigue of my fruit Owner and owner and owner and the soul one slims up to the flame Owner and owner until fire and owner licks the soul up to the soul of the hunger until the soul lights until the soul rust the wires of the man.